Posted by admin on March 6th, 2009 in Middle School Boys

Oh the Joys of Parenthood…

My son had a little run-in with a 150 lb boy and a wrestling mat yesterday.  We ended up in the Urgent Care department of our doctor’s office after sports practice.    He’s ok…just a minor patella tendon injury.   It’s the poor “flour baby” that suffered.  It got left behind in the wrestling room’s Day Care.

As you may have read in my previous post, the entire 8th grade class in my son’s school has embarked upon parenthood of the fake kind.  Sex education is being taught via “doll”  babies who cry erratically and need to be changed.  Some kids (the ones who were either smart or not “responsible”…depending on your point of view) chose flour bags as babies.  Each baby had to be dressed up.   You can see from the picture above that my son didn’t really get “into” the dressing part.

Due to his injury, he limped out of practice, in pain and left his “flour baby” lying on the couch (that was the designated Day Care site).  This morning after all the hoopla passed – knee iced, Ibruprofen administered, fed, dressed and…But Wait!!!  “Where’s my baby???”  Thus ensued a furious search for the lost flour infant.  Finally we decided that the “bag” never made it home.

Upon arriving at school, we rushed into the office inquiring about where his “flour baby” would be taken if found..was it Lost and Found?  or, the Nurse’s Office?  Maybe the front office where it was heated?   Everyone laughed and sent my son to the gym to see if it remained in Day Care.  I wrote a note to his teacher but unfortunately he received minus points for forgetting his baby, even if it was due to parental injuries.

As I walked off campus, I noticed all the girls (and some boys) with decorated baskets (one even had something dangling off the handle to “entertain” the baby)  and I considered my son and his baby.